Dies Irae (Amadeus) Songtext
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Dies Irae (Amadeus) Songtext
Confutatis maledictis
Flammis acribus addictis
Confutatis maledictis
Flammis acribus addictis
When the sun is flustered
And the moon is free
The great little master
Write a bitter melody (melody)
The notes fevers in my breast
Aches to be away
Eternal wisdom
In glorious kingdom
That is my sole wish
The first violins lead me while the harps
Embrace me like the blood
The madness beats my art
In the stage my baton cuts the air
I am
In a world I never made, a man
Dies irae, dies illa
Solvet saeclum in favilla:
Teste David cum Sybilla
Quantus tremor est futurus
Quando iudex est venturus
Cuncta stricte discussurus
Dies irae, dies illa
Solvet saeclum in favilla:
Teste David cum Sybilla
The sound is around
Long life to the king
Never falling down
Rex gloria, Rex gloria
Witness of the time
Spirit is sublime
No more feels of pain no more hate
A revenge is going away
Where is my destiny?
Where is my fantasy?
I need to free my soul and cry
Someone to pray for me
I need to free my soul and will die
There wells up the only tear
We shed without woe
And ride like the wind because
The music is enthralled (enthralled)
The notes fever′s in my breast
Aches to be away
Eternal wisdom
In glorious kingdom
That is my sole wish
The first violins lead me while the harps
Embrace me like the blood
The madness beats my art
In the stage my baton cuts the air
I am
In a world I never made, a man
Dies irae, dies illa
Solvet saeclum in favilla:
Teste David cum Sybilla
Quantus tremor est futurus
Quando iudex est venturus
Cuncta stricte discussurus
The soft sleep to your bed
Is not worth pursuing
You will so soon be dead
Death will serve instead
Turn to the thing
He was born to be
A master to the king
Keep your fancy free
In the deep of the sea
Salva me, salva me
Salva me, fons pietatis
The first violins lead me while the harps
Embrace me like the blood
The madness beats my art
In the stage my baton cuts the air
I am
In a world I never made, a man
Dies irae, dies illa
Solvet saeclum in favilla:
Teste David cum Sybilla
Quantus tremor est futurus
Quando iudex est venturus
Cuncta stricte discussurus
Dies irae, dies illa
Solvet saeclum in favilla:
Teste David cum Sybilla
Quantus tremor est futurus
Quando iudex est venturus
Cuncta stricte discussurus
Quantus tremor est futurus
Dies irae, dies illa
Quantus tremor est futurus
Dies irae, dies illa
Quantus tremor est futurus
Quantus tremor est futurus
Quando iudex est venturus
Cuncta stricte discussurus
Cuncta stricte discussurus
Cuncta stricte discussurus
Flammis acribus addictis
Confutatis maledictis
Flammis acribus addictis
When the sun is flustered
And the moon is free
The great little master
Write a bitter melody (melody)
The notes fevers in my breast
Aches to be away
Eternal wisdom
In glorious kingdom
That is my sole wish
The first violins lead me while the harps
Embrace me like the blood
The madness beats my art
In the stage my baton cuts the air
I am
In a world I never made, a man
Dies irae, dies illa
Solvet saeclum in favilla:
Teste David cum Sybilla
Quantus tremor est futurus
Quando iudex est venturus
Cuncta stricte discussurus
Dies irae, dies illa
Solvet saeclum in favilla:
Teste David cum Sybilla
The sound is around
Long life to the king
Never falling down
Rex gloria, Rex gloria
Witness of the time
Spirit is sublime
No more feels of pain no more hate
A revenge is going away
Where is my destiny?
Where is my fantasy?
I need to free my soul and cry
Someone to pray for me
I need to free my soul and will die
There wells up the only tear
We shed without woe
And ride like the wind because
The music is enthralled (enthralled)
The notes fever′s in my breast
Aches to be away
Eternal wisdom
In glorious kingdom
That is my sole wish
The first violins lead me while the harps
Embrace me like the blood
The madness beats my art
In the stage my baton cuts the air
I am
In a world I never made, a man
Dies irae, dies illa
Solvet saeclum in favilla:
Teste David cum Sybilla
Quantus tremor est futurus
Quando iudex est venturus
Cuncta stricte discussurus
The soft sleep to your bed
Is not worth pursuing
You will so soon be dead
Death will serve instead
Turn to the thing
He was born to be
A master to the king
Keep your fancy free
In the deep of the sea
Salva me, salva me
Salva me, fons pietatis
The first violins lead me while the harps
Embrace me like the blood
The madness beats my art
In the stage my baton cuts the air
I am
In a world I never made, a man
Dies irae, dies illa
Solvet saeclum in favilla:
Teste David cum Sybilla
Quantus tremor est futurus
Quando iudex est venturus
Cuncta stricte discussurus
Dies irae, dies illa
Solvet saeclum in favilla:
Teste David cum Sybilla
Quantus tremor est futurus
Quando iudex est venturus
Cuncta stricte discussurus
Quantus tremor est futurus
Dies irae, dies illa
Quantus tremor est futurus
Dies irae, dies illa
Quantus tremor est futurus
Quantus tremor est futurus
Quando iudex est venturus
Cuncta stricte discussurus
Cuncta stricte discussurus
Cuncta stricte discussurus
Writer(s): Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, Thomas Richard Peter Howe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
